You leave this house, Richards, for taking my son--my son,' said Mr Dombey, emphatically repeating these two words, 'into haunts and into society which are not to be thought of without a shudder.

As to the accident which befel Miss Florence this morning, I regard that as, in one great sense, a happy and fortunate circumstance; inasmuch as, but for that occurrence, I never could have known--and from your own lips too--of what you had been guilty.

I think, Louisa, the other nurse, the young person,' here Miss Nipper sobbed aloud, 'being so much younger, and necessarily influenced by Paul's nurse, may remain.

Have the goodness to direct that this woman's coach is paid to'-- Mr Dombey stopped and winced--'to Staggs's Gardens.' Polly moved towards the door, with Florence holding to her dress, and crying to her in the most pathetic manner not to go away.

It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart, an arrow in his brain, to see how the flesh and blood he could not disown clung to this obscure stranger, and he sitting by.